Page 203 of Breaking the Rules

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"Well, I mean…"

"You love his brooding ass."

I say nothing.

"Admit it."

I feign indifference.

"You complain about the lack of nudity every episode."

"That's just being sensible."

"Admit it, Em."

"I admit nothing."

"He's a certified hottie."

"He is…"

Hunter's eyes find mine. He raises a brow.

I fight my blush. "He is… attractive."

"We're making progress here."

"It doesn't mean comic books."

"It's Disney."

Technically true.

"If you'd rather not watch three more episodes tonight…"

"I'll think about it."

His smile is smug. It'sI know you'll be there.

He's right.

I hate that he's right.

But he really, really is.

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After he showersand I dress, we walk to work together.

It's a busy day—Saturdays always are—but I'm still flush with free time. I alternate between watching him work and studying.

I'm about to crash from lack of coffee when Dean slides up to the counter.

His eyes flit between me and Hunter. "He make that shit up to you yet?"

I play dumb. "What shit?"

"Whatever got you storming out of the office." Dean leans in to whisper. "Don't tell me he came early and failed to finish the job."

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